The Billionaires Desires novel Chapter 2

“Well… Well…  Wells…

See what the cat dragged in boys. We must be incredibly lucky today or he must be so damn stupid to walk right into this camp?” he let out with a smirk, as he took slow, precise steps towards me, looking at me like I’m a fucking clown.

“I guess he got tired of sneaking around the island, feeding off dead mice because I’m pretty sure that he would never be able to kill a life mice because he ain’t got no balls.” Someone joked among his crew, causing the others to erupt in laughter.

“Look guys, I don’t want any trouble okay, I don’t want to die in this island, that is why I came to offer you a deal.” I told him pointedly without beating around the bush.

“What deal could you possibly offered, Mr. Trent. Your presence is the best deal ever, you just saved us a lot of stress by appearing here, I don’t see what else you can offer me.” The leader spat out to me, a smug smile plastered on his face. I gazed at the name tag on his cloth, it said R.Schwartz, so I divided to call him by his name this time, I need to act tough and let him know that I can also play that Mafias game if I chose to, he needs to know that I mean every damn word that I’m saying,

“Look here, Mr. Schwartz, I want off this island and you’re going to help me get out of here. I know you guys are all about the money and I’m willing to pay whatever you want, I don’t care how much, I’ll fucking pay anything, just get me off this godforsaken island.” I told him pointedly, looking him deep in the eyes. They all looked at me shockingly, looking so surprised. I thought they were beginning to understand me, I thought they were swaying to my side, but I thought wrong. He burst into laughter, laughing so hysterically, soon enough, his team joined in the laughter, laughing like clowns in a comedy show. I stood there in front of them, wondering what I have said that sounded so funny, 

“You over entitled, spoilt brat!!!” He spat out in disgust, making think back to someone that said the same exact words to me. That guy, the guy that saved me, he had said something similar to me, he had this same look on his face as he called me an over entitled bastard, I wonder why he would think that, why do they all see me as an over entitled bastard, I don’t even know these people, I have never done anything to offend anyone, why do they all hate me?

“You think everything is all about money, don’t you?

Why wouldn’t you think so, after all, you can have any amount of money you desire with just a snap of your fingers. You think you can buy everyone with your fucking money, all you have to do is throw money at their faces and everything would be alright.” He scoffed at my face, looking at me in disgust.

“You’re getting it all wrong Mr. Schwartz…

“Its Robert…” he let out in a pissed tone, cutting my words short.

“Fine, Raymond, you’re getting this all wrong, I’m not the enemy here, I’ve never done anything to hurt anyone in my whole life. I just need you to help save my life, I would…” He scoffed at my words and I stopped talking, then he gave a signal to his boys, causing them to troupe forward, creating a circle around me, putting Raymond in the middle of a circle with me.

“Have you ever heard of the Schwartz’s brothers?” he asked me smugly, taking off his shirt as he spoke. I looked around and the other guys around were doing the same thing. They were all taking off their shirts and I knew without being told that I was in deep shit. Damn, I should have listened to the other guy when he told me to sit my ass in the cave. For fucks sake, I should have listened to Costello when he told me to cancel this fucking trip and sit my ass at home. 

“Shut up Nathan, you need to reserve your energy.” He responded dryly. He laid me down gently, giving me some water. I coughed n pain when the water touched my throat, it hurt so much, it burned my fucking throat.

“I have to go cover our tracks, stay here.” He told me sternly before turning to leave.

“Wait!” I called out to him, stopping him before he could go too far. He turned to me, coming back to lean besides me,

“What is it?” he asked me hurried, sounding hurt and concerned about me.

“You could at least tell me your name,” I muttered softly, hearing as he heaved a frustrating sigh before standing up to leave again. Just before he got to the door, he turned to me and said, 

“Its Ray… Raymond Hartford.” He told me grumpily, and then he was gone, going back to the woods to hide our tracks so it doesn’t lead them here.